What if I stacked the cards, hid the ace next to my heart
Played out the game with a steady-handed heart
What if I left the closet open, skeletons and all
Invited in the press, leaving you to take the fall
What if I scratched below the surface enough to open up the bricks
Decades of desertion to erode it for a fix
What if I did all of the things that I swore I'd never do
Just to get me off the hook and leave the blame with you
Well, I built this house with my own
And I can tear it down, crush these bricks to sand
And you sit there on the surface, a roof up from the sky
I could leave you in the rubble
But I'm not the heartless kind
What if I broke all of the mirrors
Just to hide my face
Use a broken glass to wipe away my tears
Then I'll leave you with the furniture, the photos in the frames
All I take in my bag is this mess that I made
Well, I built this house with my own hands
I can tear it down, crush these bricks to sand
And you sit there on the surface
And you feel the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain
And you sit there on the surface, a roof up from the sky
I could leave you in the rubble
But I'm not the heartless kind
So I'll pop up the destruction, tidy up before I go
I'll put away the cards, but leave an ace in the hole
I will pack up all the memories, ones faded and blue
Seal them in the boxes that I moved in here
Oh, and maybe we'll unpack them and put things back in their place
When broken love is mended by a whole line of grace
Well, I built this house with my own
I can tear it down, crush these bricks to sand
And you sit there on the surface, a roof up from the sky
I could leave you in the rubble
But I'm not the heartless kind


Not the heartless kind
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